TheGarsson

Link's dream ended when the explosion threw him from his hammock. Blasts echoed through the Epona, reverberating down the ship's narrow hallways and shaking her steam-driven core. The ship groaned and creaked in protest, and Link joined in the chorus. He picked himself up off the cold metal floor and shook his head once to clear it. That noise—that was real, right? Not part of his— A second explosion blasted all doubt from Link's mind. This was no dream. His airship was under attack. The Epona tilted wildly, shaking and clanking in a panic. Her walls seemed to want to be floors, and the floors seemed completely prepared to take